The Saturday sun filtered through the blinds of my bedroom, casting thin, golden slats across the floor.
It was a stark contrast to the harsh fluorescent hum of the Torres building. In here, the air smelled like my vanilla candles and the lingering, musky scent of William's cologne.
I stood in front of the full-length mirror, tugging my silk shirt back into place and smoothing the fabric over my hips. My hair was a mess, and my skin still felt flushed from the last hour William and I spent fucking on the living room sofa, but my mind was already shifting back into its usual, restless gears.
"So, this is what your bedroom looks like." William said, a fascinated edge to his tone.
"I guess." I let out a small laugh, sending a glance his way.
His eyes continued to wander, from the posters on my wall, to my dainty art pieces, even down to my pink alarm clock.
"I take it this what you mean by adding personal touches to make your space feel like home."
